Prologue

The figure rose from the bed, hand lingering on the firm bottom
of the romantic partner picked up the previous evening. It wasn't
anything serious, just a distraction found in a bar that served
as a meeting ground for those with mutual desires. Their bonding
was successful in appeasing the figure's ever present appetite

Now that the long-awaited plan was in motion, it made the figure
eager. Eagerness meant an increase in the desire for partners. Luckily,
there were many that could serve to fulfill the role in a city as
large as Tokyo. There was no shortage of playthings.

Curious as to how events were proceeding, the figure walked to
the dresser and removed the black stone box that was so highly treasured.
There was no fear of the new acquaintance awakening. The new lover's
strength had been drained sufficiently that awareness would be some
time in coming without encouragement.

The box's traps were bypassed and the five bloodstones stood revealed
in the magical symbol they were embedded into. Much to the figure's
delight, four of the stones now had pulsing streaks of blue coursing
through them. Outstanding! The first step had been taken on several
fronts. Events were moving apace. In time the colors would change
again, and again, and again until one of them, if not all, would
indicate the goal had been achieved.

A tear formed in the figure's eyes. So many years, so many plans,
so many sacrifices. A lifetime of devotion to see the day that was
rapidly approaching. It was so thrilling, seeing several lifetimes
of manipulation come to fruition.

Feeling aroused at the success of the grand plan, the figure moved
to the bed, intent on rousing the partner and forcing up a little
more satisfaction from the tired form. There were some techniques
that could be employed to coax a little more out of them. True,
the partner would be exhausted for a week, but satisfied. And in
the end, wasn't that what sex was all about?

A Ranma ½ fan fiction story
by DB Sommer

Any and all C+C is appreciated. You can contact me at sommert@connecttime.net

-Lemon Warning-: This story contains explicit
content. Anyone under 18 should not be reading this for fear of
having your eyes burn out of your head.

Throughout the series I will be using the 'Ranma-chan' appellation
to denote female Ranma due to gender being important to this, despite
the fact it is technically improper.

Foreword: Special thanks to TH Tiger for looking this over. This
starts out going back to events in Chapter 4, after Ranma had dumped
Ryouga in the alleyway after the fight with Shampoo. Revision date
4/10/04

Chapter 6

Ryouga woke up. With the return of consciousness, he became aware
of a dull, lingering ache in his balls. His fogged mind wondered
just what woman had ridden him so hard that it could cause that
sort of lasting agony when he remembered exactly what had happened.

"That jerk, Ranma, setting me up by putting my cock between
her breasts just so I'd back off and fall victim to that crazy Amazon
lesbian's kick. That's another one I owe him."

Ryouga tried to get out of the trash can, but found himself unable
to rise. He had been jammed rear first into the can, his arms and
legs sticking straight up. There was no leverage to be had in such
a position. Yet another thing that was owed to Ranma. How dare the
bastard stick him in a garbage can and treat him like… like
garbage. Oh, how that jerk was going to pay. Ryouga would come up
with something appropriate. He'd just have to figure out what. It
might take time, but he'd pay Ranma back for ruining his life and
humiliating him for the eighty-fourth time. And this time, he'd
get it right, not failing miserably like he had the other eight-three
times.

Using all of his tremendous strength, Ryouga flexed his muscles.
The metal sides of the can buckled with a groan from the strain,
and Ryouga was able to widen the opening. Finally able to reach
down with a hand, he hoisted himself up and out of the can. Unfortunately,
his pants, and the band of his underwear, caught on something sharp
and heavy in the bottom. As he raised himself up and out, there
was a tearing sound, and both garments were ripped in half, rendering
them useless.

"Crap!" Ryouga hissed at the ruined remains of his clothing.
His shirt had already been torn at some point, and it all reeked
of garbage. Very fetid garbage. Perhaps someone had emptied a septic
tank in it.

Unable to handle the smell clinging to his clothing, Ryouga removed
the tattered remains of his shirt as well. A quick search in the
alleyway revealed nothing that could be used to cover himself up.
Why couldn't he have been abandoned next to something useful, like
a clothing store? There wasn't even a drop of water around that
could change him into a piglet.

A choice had to be made. He couldn't remain in the alley; someone
would spot him, and he doubted naked men were so common a sight
in Nerima that no one would call the police. He had no way of transforming
or covering himself. He had to get back to the Tendou residence.
He was fairly certain he knew the direction. It was probably to
the left. Having had an involuntary (due to his direction sense)
extensive tour of the local neighborhood, he knew most of the houses
had closed off backyards and tended to be lined up in rows. He could
just hurdle over the fences along the backyards until he encountered
the Tendou home. Then he could ask Kasumi to get him something to
wear, then he would kill Ranma. It was the perfect plan.

The now naked Ryouga decided to jump over the fence to the right
of him, firmly convinced that was the direction the Tendou home
lay. It was unlikely Ranma dumped him far from the residence; he
couldn't see his arch-nemesis being so choosy. Most likely he had
disposed of Ryouga as soon as he was out of sight of the house.
Surely it would take less than a dozen hurried leaps before Ryouga
reached his goal.

Leaping over the first fence, he easily cleared it, landing in
a backyard…

…And in the midst of a group of men that were milling about
in a circle, beers in their hands. They wore identical uniforms,
black pants with beige tops. Shiny golden badges were pinned prominently
to their chests. Each wore mirrored shades that reflected Ryouga's
fear-filled visage back at him. Their most important features were
their belts. They contained a wide array of equipment that could
be used to incapacitate a person, from pepper spray to nightsticks
to stun guns. Seeing Ryouga land in their midst, their attitudes
went from good-natured joviality to anxious irritation.

The largest of the lot, a man whose barely restrained fat hung
over his belt like a mountain of flab, smiled viscously. "Whal,
whal, whal. Lookie here, boys. Here we are, minding our own business
and having a little picnic, when some gen-u-wine pre-vurt comes
dropping by thinking he can flash his goods at us. Whal, Sheriff
Heero T. Justice has a thing or two to say about that." Stun
sticks were suddenly in each of the men's hands.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Ryouga insisted.

"You mean you're not standing naked in my backyard?"
Heero rapped the stick against his open palm.

"If I say no, claim it's a mass hallucination, and agree to
pretend it never happened, will you let me go?"

"No, but we'll only beat on you for five minutes since you
had the decency to come up with an original excuse."

"Crap," Ryouga muttered under his breath. If they had
been women, they'd have let him go. Then again, he was naked, so
that meant they probably wouldn't. Although he wouldn't end up beaten.
Just exhausted.

Further thought ended as the group fell upon him.

Ryouga sat on the cot in his cell, releasing a tired sigh. A week
had passed with him in the Nerima jail, and he was annoyed. It wasn't
at the accommodations, which were spartan, but far from intolerable.
It wasn't at the food, which was mediocre, but edible. It wasn't
at his cellmates, who had long since learned the hard way that regardless
of what the local authorities thought, Ryouga was not a pervert
and had no desire to have cock either in his mouth or his bottom
and could provide a convincing argument with his fists. It was out
of boredom, and being tricked out of his opportunity for revenge
against Ranma, which was all but bubbling out of control with the
new situation Ryouga found himself thrust into. That Ranma, truly
he was a genius of the highest caliber, his ability to avoid Ryouga's
righteous fury with this latest insidious plan clearly showed that.
Soon, though, Ryouga would have his opportunity for revenge. Once
his sentence was up.

While Ryouga could have broken out of his jail cell at any time,
he had no desire to become a wanted man. He'd wait for his trial
like a good citizen, explain his situation, and be found not guilty.
Then he'd go out and kill Ranma because, frankly, Ranma had it coming.
Any judge in the world would see that once Ryouga explained all
of the heinous acts his enemy had perpetrated upon him.

Ryouga stared at the officer in confusion as to door to his cell
was opened. How could that be? Ryouga didn't know anyone that could
afford the sort of money necessary to post his bail.

The officer led him to the front desk of the small building that
served as police headquarters. The instant he emerged into the office
a figure jumped onto him, hugging him tightly and gyrated her body
suggestively against him.

"Ack!" Ryouga shouted, seeing the face before nearly
being blinded by the brown ponytail that smacked him across his
face. Keiko Izumida. This was… not good. The cell would have
been safer than having her spring him. He was tempted to do something
to get arrested again, but he had no desire to return to his cell.
Besides, maybe she had changed her mind concerning what she wanted
from him.

She stood back from him for a moment, allowing him to look her
over. Yes, it was Keiko. She was wearing the same high school uniform
she had worn back in high school, though she filled it out even
better. She was still incredibly cute and perky, with a tall, lithe
body and attractive face that would have drawn the eye of any man.
In fact she was a very nice girl. There was only one real drawback
to her that ruined everything, as Ryouga had found out very early
on. One that made everything else irrelevant.

"I've missed you so much," Keiko said in a high-pitched
voice that only enhanced her appeal.

"How did you find me?" Ryouga should have seen the last
of her nearly a year ago.

Keiko pouted. "You disappeared without warning me or anything."

That had been intentional. She was one of the major reasons Ryouga
had gotten off his rear end and finally sought out Ranma. The heat
at school had grown too hot for him to bear, and Keiko was the straw
that broke the Hibiki's back. Revenge was the perfect excuse to
get the heck out of there and save his ass.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to sound sincere and knowing
he failed miserably. He just couldn't lie worth a damn.

Despite his fear, Keiko didn't seem to notice. "Anyway, I
was having the boys keep their eyes and ears open for you. Eventually
your name turned up as having been arrested here. So I came to post
your bail."

"Thanks," he said, grateful for being out of jail, dreading
the fact that she was still fixated on him just as much as before.

"And you don't have to worry about the trial. We have connections
with the district attorney here. I'm already getting the charges
thrown out."

"Thanks." Ryouga's worry increased. Now he was becoming
indebted to her. This was not a good thing.

"Why don't we leave this yucky place and let you breathe the
fresh air of freedom?" She snaked her arm through his and led
him out of the police station and toward a waiting limousine.

Unfiltered sunlight met Ryouga's face, and he bathed in it. The
smell of freedom was sweet indeed, although he wasn't quite free
just yet. The way Keiko was looking at him, he was suddenly very,
very worried. It was a look he had seen on far too many women in
his lifetime. "It was nice meeting you again," he tried
to hurry away.

The grip on his arm remained firm. It tugged him in the direction
of the car. "Now, now, we haven't seen each other in almost
a year. Let's catch up on old times."

Ryouga felt his stomach knot up. He had a bad feeling of what was
going to happen, but at the moment, he had no cause to flee, and
she had done him a favor. He allowed himself to be led to the car.

The chauffeur, an attractive woman in her late twenties, got out
of the driver's side and opened the door for the pair. When Ryouga
hesitated next to the door, Keiko all but shoved him inside.

The chauffeur said in worried tones, "Mistress, is this really
such a good idea?"

"Be silent!" Keiko hissed.

The chauffeur did as she was ordered, closing the door behind the
pair.

Ryouga sat on the long seat, enjoying the air conditioned comfort
of the interior of the vehicle. It really did have just about everything.
A wet bar with plenty of alcohol. A television. Even a computer.
It was like a small home on wheels. All of it reminded him of why
he had to fear the girl.

Rather than sitting across from him, Keiko sat next to Ryouga,
moving her body close enough to rub against his side. "So,
what have you been up to?"

Thoughts of the humiliations Ranma had heaped upon him blotted
out Ryouga's fear of his current situation. "Revenge."

Keiko pouted. "Oh phooey. Revenge is no fun. Why don't we
do something entertaining?" Her hand drifted to his lap and
began fondling his crotch.

A familiar sensation began to overcome Ryouga.

With an audible pop, the familiar figure of Chibi-Lust appeared
on Ryouga's right shoulder. The six-inch figure ran a hand through
his slicked back hair and straightened the tie on his tuxedo. "All
right! It's about time we got some after spending so long in 'da
joint fending off fag boys trying to park their cocks in our ass,"
he said through the toothpick dangling from his mouth as he leered
at Keiko.

A second pop came from Ryouga's left shoulder as the Chibi-Chaste
version of him, decked out in his simple, unadorned monk's robes,
appeared. He shouted to Chibi-Lust, "Are you insane?! You know
who this girl is! Do you really want to deal with the consequences
of messing around with her?!"

Chibi-Lust seemed to reconsider. "Good point. No piece of
tail is worth 'dat. For once, youse and I is in agreeance. Let's
get the hell out of here and find some other sweet thing. How about
the Kasumi girl? She could really handle parking the sausage, if
youse know what I mean."

"Your taste in metaphors is total crap." Chibi-Chaste
made a disgusted face before disappearing. Chibi-Lust did likewise.

"Sorry, have to go!" Ryouga bolted past Keiko and out
the door before she could stop him.

"Ryouga!" Keiko wailed out the door, but Ryouga had already
run out of earshot. She hammered on the glass separating the driver's
compartment from the passenger's. "You asshole! Why didn't
you lock the doors?"

"Sorry, Mistress."

"I'll deal with you later," she snarled, all trace of
cuteness gone.

"Shall we pursue him?" the chauffeur asked, quivering
slightly.

"No, the limousine is too bulky. I shall do it. Maneuverability
is what's required now, not force." She exited the vehicle
and went to the trunk. It popped open for her. From within the vast
confines, she brought out a Vespa, one with several obvious modifications,
including a large engine and several extra exhaust pipes sticking
out of the back.

It took Keiko only a moment to don a tiger striped helmet on and
start up the engine. She revved up the vehicle, filling the air
with a roar. She signaled to the driver. "Meet me at the hotel
later."

Keiko shifted into gear, causing the Vespa to do a wheelie. She
headed in the direction Ryouga fled and shouted out, "Ryouga-kun,
come back here and let's talk for a while! There's something I need
you to do for me!"

Ryouga fled across the rooftops as fast as his legs could carry
him, no longer concerned about what direction he took. He had to
get away from Keiko. After a dozen rooftops came and went, he thought
he might have escaped when he heard the familiar roar of a nitro
fuel injection system fill the air. He knew all was lost as the
sound became louder.

So much for getting away. Keiko was a demon on wheels when it came
to her and her modified Vespa. She could probably outrun a few race
cars if she had to. Ryouga's freedom was now measured in moments
instead of days.

He decided to hit the ground running and prayed he could find somewhere
she couldn't follow. Possibly a drainage pipe somewhere? Or maybe
if he found some water he could turn into his cursed form. Yes,
that was it. She'd never recognize him as a piglet. He could be
safe. It was the perfect plan. All he had to do was find some cold
water.

That proved to be more difficult that he imagined. While in times
past water seemed to seek him out in an effort to live out the rest
of his days as a pig, now that for only the second time in his life
he wanted to change, he couldn't fine any. What sort of mad world
was it when everything worked against him no matter how hard he
tried?!

Ryouga was running through a park, just about to give up hope on
finding the fountain he had spotted just the other week during a
search for a bathhouse, when he literally ran into a familiar face.
His head cracked against the other, and Ryouga fell backward to
land hard on his ass.

He rose to his feet, holding his nose and stammering out, "Sorry
about that. I didn't mean to—"

"You!" Ranma snarled, cutting off Ryouga's apology. He
balled up his fist. "You stupid bastard. Didn't you know well
enough to run for it when you had the chance? I'm sick and tired
of you sticking your nose, and cock, into my life and making it
hell. Now I'm really going to make you pay!"

Ryouga cried out, "I'm the one that wants revenge for all
the wrongs committed upon me!"

"If having sex with hot chicks is something terrible, I want
to suffer endlessly!" Ranma drew back his fist.

Ryouga started to do the same, then the sound of a moped that was
drawing closer reached his ears. He didn't have time for this. Soundly
defeating Ranma meant nothing if Keiko caught up to him. She'd just
end up ensnaring him, forcing him to have sex with her, and then
he'd be….

The words Ranma had uttered finally reached Ryouga's brain. A sly
smile found its way to his face. He could solve his two immediate
problems in one move. Life was finally proving good. And to think,
he had Ranma and his stupid mouth to thank for it.

Ryouga held his hands up in surrender.

Ranma hesitated for a second. "Like that's going to help."

"I want to make things up to you," Ryouga spoke quickly,
hoping his offer would be accepted before Ranma hit him.

Ranma, unused to an opponent giving up so easily, said, "Bleeding
all over me might help a little."

"How about having sex with a hot girl instead?"

Voice filled with suspicion, Ranma said, "Well, yeah, that
could do it too. But why should I believe you'd set me up with some
hot chick instead of you trying to set yourself up with her? Oh,
wait, this is you we're talking about. I guess you might do that."

"I just want a meaningful relationship!" Ryouga shouted,
then regained control over his emotions. "Anyway, I just ran
into this girl that wants to have sex with me, only I'm not interested
in her. So I thought I'd try to talk her into sleeping with you
as a way of making up for all the wrongs I've done to you."
But since Ryouga had done no wrongs, he had nothing to make up for.
Of course that twisted Ranma wouldn't think that way. It was a carefully
worded half-truth, and the horndog would hear what he wanted to.

"She wants to have sex with me. She saw what I looked like
without my pants on and wants to treat me like a piece of meat."
All of which was true, and enough to make him not want to be around
her. It was just the other aspects of her that really frightened
him.

Ranma stared at him through half-lidded eyes. "You are so
set upon, I don't know what I'd do in your situation." Seeming
to finally accept Ryouga's explanation, Ranma put an arm affectionately
around his shoulders. "I'll tell you what, Hibiki. If this
chick is as hot as you say she is, and she does end up having sex
with me, and she's not screwed up in the head or has something else
going against her, I'll forgive you for everything you've done."

Ryouga could barely contain his rage at the implication. He was
only able to keep from removing Ranma's arm from both his body and
Ranma's by the consolation that after today, he'd have his revenge.
Oh yes, Ranma was going to get exactly what was coming to him, and
he'd only have his own lascivious nature to blame.

The increasingly loud noise generated by the moped finally reached
a crescendo as the relative calm of the park was shattered irrevocably
by the din coming from the clamorous machine. A delighted smile
could be seen under the tiger-striped helmet as the driver bore
down on Ryouga at full speed.

Ranma had enough sense to move out of the way, but Ryouga found
himself rooted to the spot as the vehicle raced toward him at speeds
inconceivable for a mere moped. He could even see a target reticule
on the top of the steering column, his body lined up perfectly with
it. Apparently Keiko had had enough and was planning to run him
down. It was just his luck to become involved with lustful, homicidal
women.

Just as Ryouga was sure it was over, the Vespa came to a stop,
as though it had hit a patch of glue and was stuck to the spot.
Keiko's body went flying over the handlebars, her arms open and
outstretched.

Rather than two hundred pounds of engine and metal ramming into
him, it was one hundred pounds of flesh that struck, bowling him
over and knocking him flat on his back. It felt like every breath
he had taken had been knocked out of him. Ryouga's breath came in
ragged gasps.

Keiko straddled the gasping youth below her, unhurt by the impact.
She started smothering him with kisses, "Oh Ryouga-kun, you
do so love playing hard to get, don't you? Now it's time for getting
down and serious."

Ranma walked over and asked, "Do you think you could remove
your helmet?"

Keiko stopped her osculation and examined him curiously. Intrigued,
she did as he requested, removing her helmet, and allowing her long
brown hair to cascade down her back.

Ranma grinned appreciatively. "You'll do."

"I'll do what?" she asked.

Ryouga, finally having recovered some of his wind, eased Keiko
off him so they could stand. Ryouga cleared his throat. "You
see, Keiko, it's impossible for us to sleep together."

Keiko looked at him in confusion. "I've seen you naked before.
I know how the mechanics work, and we both have the right tools
to get the job done correctly."

Ranma cleared his throat in interruption. "What Ryouga means
to say is, he's not just impotent, but he's gay as well."

"Hey!" Ryouga shouted.

Ranma placed an arm affectionately around Ryouga's shoulder. "It's
true. He can't get it up and doesn't really want to around girls.
It just wouldn't work out between you two. He never told you so
he didn't hurt your feelings. However, due to his caring about you,
in a strictly platonic way, he decided you shouldn't be without
some great guy, so he met me and asked me to ask you out. Ole' Ryouga
knows what a great, caring guy I am, and thought I'd make the perfect
boyfriend for a great looking gal like yourself."

Veins bulged out of Ryouga's forehead, pulsing like they were alive,
as he desperately tried to reign in his anger at Ranma's slander.
He had to stop biting his tongue long enough to get out a barely
audible, "Yes."

"You sound ashamed of it. It must be true. What a waste,"
Keiko sighed.

Ranma sidled up to her and placed his arm around her shoulder instead.
"But you can still have me, who's a lot better catch than Ryouga
would be even if he was straight and could get it up." He unleashed
his most winning smile.

Keiko considered that. "Hmm. You are attractive, in great
shape, and aggressive. I like aggressive in a guy."

Keiko scratched her chin in consideration. She looked at her watch,
and then off in the distance. "Sounds good. I'd better, that
is, we'd better get going."

Even Ranma was taken aback by how quickly she had accepted his
offer. "Cool."

"You're giving up on me pretty fast." There was pain
in Ryouga's voice. "And you were looking everywhere for me."

"I might be a virgin, but even I know a cock like yours comes
around once in a lifetime." Keiko sighed wistfully. "It's
a pity it's too limp to be any good, and you only want to screw
guys. What a waste."

"Yeah, he's a waste, all right." Ranma agreed.

It took everything Ryouga had not to attack. His revenge would
come even more readily if he didn't do a thing. But he wasn't able
to take Ranma's tone anymore. One more nasty little comment and
he'd explode.

Excusing himself, Ryouga wandered off, content in the knowledge
that it would all be over very soon.

"So, where do you want to go first? Movie? Dinner?" Ranma
asked.

"Love hotel for a long and lingering fuck."

Ranma's prayers had been answered: She was the perfect date. He
couldn't believe his luck. All was square with Ryouga now. He really
had made up for ruining Ranma's entire dating life back in junior
high.

"Let's go." Ranma knew the location of a love hotel.
It wasn't the nicest or the cheapest, but it was the closest, and
right now, that was its most important and endearing trait. Walking
past it, he had fantasized about having an attractive girlfriend
to take to it, like everyone that entered it did. At last, the fantasy
would become reality. It was like a dream come true.

Keiko seemed as eager as Ranma, the two all but racing to the hotel.
When they burst through the door headed to the front desk, they
spotted a seedy-looking man who was reading a 'Popular Mechanics'
magazine behind the counter. Before Ranma could pull money from
his pocket, Keiko slapped down enough to pay for an all day stay.
The man didn't even look away from the magazine as he accepted the
money and handed them the key to a room.

Ranma was all but dancing on air as they made their way up to the
second floor to their room. It was about time he got lucky, and
in every sense of the word. It was hard to believe he had Ryouga
to thank for insisting he take a hot chick off his hands for a hard
fuck. There was no doubt the boy had his priorities messed up, but
that was typical Ryouga. A little weird, but basically a good guy
deep down inside.

They entered the room, a nondescript thing that could have been
any room in a love motel from anywhere in the country. Despite its
plain status, Ranma etched every aspect of it forever in his mind
as the first place he would get some. As a guy, he mentally clarified,
since he had gotten a nice piece of ass from Shampoo as a girl.
A pity about her "All men are yucky" hang up. He'd keep
working on it and eventually help her come around if things didn't
work out with Keiko.

He turned his mind back to the matter at hand. He asked Keiko,
"So, how about some cuddling?"

She pushed him backward until the bed hit the back of his knees,
making him sit on it. "How about we cut to the chase?"
She began removing her school uniform.

It was so perfect, Ranma wanted to cry. He immediately began to
strip, tossing his clothing about the room. Within seconds, they
were both naked as they day they were born.

Ranma looked her nude form over. She was slender, but with a well-toned
body that showed she worked out, though to stay in shape rather
than an athlete's physique. Her breasts were on the smaller side,
but definitely something he could handle and suck on. Her pussy
was framed by a well-trimmed, noticeable brown patch of hair. Her
bottom was on the small side too, but pert, and her long legs made
for the perfect package. He was rendered instantly hard at the sight.

"Let's get warmed up, shall we?" Keiko moved forward
until she was on her knees in front of him.

Ranma knew what was to come. A stupid grin appeared on his face
as Keiko held her face poised above his lap. Her hand, dainty in
appearance, came up to feel his rod. Ranma trembled as her slender
fingers moved up and down his shaft experimentally. The soft feel
of her fingers was in stark contrast to the iron hard rigidity of
what her hands played with. She moved her hand up and down a couple
of times, never building up much momentum or tempo. It was as though
she was studying the piece of meat she was handling. Eventually,
her thumb drifted up and lightly touched the head, turning it a
deeper shade of purple. Ranma noted how much better it was when
a girl handled him rather than seeking relief himself.

Her thumb continued circling the small slit at the top of his rod,
and was rewarded with a glistening drop of pre-cum. As though that
was the signal she had been waiting for, her mouth descended, completely
engulfing the head and a couple inches of shaft leading up to it.

Ranma was temporarily rendered insensate. He had never experienced
a feeling like this in his entire life, not even when Shampoo ate
him out as a girl. There the feeling was more diffuse, affecting
"her" in several places all at once. Now everything was
centered on one spot. Not that one was superior to the other, just
that it was different. It was an unusual feeling.

A sucking action was added to the licking, making Ranma curl his
toes. That was nothing like he had ever experienced before. Manual
handling of his rod could only do so much. This was outstanding.
He resisted the urge to grab Keiko by the back of the head and force
more of his cock down her throat. She was moving at her own pace,
though with the quick ascent Ranma found himself being taken toward,
he knew he'd be at the top of the mountain soon enough. Then it
would only be a matter of plunging from the precipice.

As she sucked down more of his shaft down her throat, her head
began bobbing up and down with a regular motion. Every time she
went back up, she left a coating of saliva behind, adding to the
sensations he was experiencing. After taking down nearly all of
his shaft, she stopped sucking and instead employed only her tongue.
She started swirling around the tip of his cock, paying special
attention to the slit at the top. That was more than Ranma could
handle. Gently but firmly, he placed his hands on the back of her
head. While not forcing it back down, neither was he going to let
her remove it completely either.

Keiko seemed content to allow him to do that, and alternated between
tonguing and sucking. Eventually she established a rhythm that had
Ranma moaning in pleasure. His fingers reflexively began tightening
and loosening, playing with her hair as he resisted the urge to
simply hold her in place while he pumped his hips back and forth
to seek relief in her mouth at his own tempo.

Then the sucking stopped. Ranma was so shocked at the loss of that
talented tongue caressing his love handle that the hold on her hair
loosened. Keiko used the opportunity to pull away, a small touch
of spittle briefly connecting her mouth to his cock before it broke.

Ranma was barely able to keep from grabbing her and forcing her
back down, he was so close to popping. He had to repeat to himself
he wasn't going to force her to continue, no matter how badly he
wanted to. "Why did you stop?"

"Now it's time for the main event." Keiko stood, removing
fingers from her pussy. Ranma had been so caught up in the oral
treatment he was receiving that he hadn't noticed her playing with
herself. He saw her fingers were wet and lips red and dripping,
like Nabiki's had been when he watched her masturbating in the bath.

Before Ranma could react, Keiko moved forward to straddle him.
She grabbed his cock and lined it up with her lower lips. She slowly
sank downward, allowing the head of his member to enter her body.

Ranma's eyes rolled into the back of his head. While the blow job
had been incredible, it was nothing to the tightness of her box.
And it was even wetter and tighter than her mouth, which was becoming
increasingly evident as she lowered more of herself onto him.

It was everything Ranma had fantasized about and more. There was
no sensation in the world that could compare to this. The pleasure
centers in his mind were reveling in the new experience Keiko was
unfolding upon him. This was what men and women were meant to do
with one another, just like his mother had always told him. She
was oh so right. Nothing that felt this good could possibly be wrong.

Keiko was in complete control, which was fine with Ranma. He wasn't
sure he could concentrate enough to do anything. It allowed him
to sit back and be the passenger on this ride of a lifetime.

She continued moving up and down on his cock, sighing in contentment
as increasing amounts of him entered her body. With each downward
stroke she loosened up and more of his meat slid into her, and the
more that was inside, the more she craved. Her breathing increased
in tempo until she was fully impaled on his rod, grinding her pelvis
with his.

It was then Ranma sensed a problem that had cropped up. The earlier
blow job had gotten his engine far too revved up to control, and
it was close to "blow out" already. Worse, Keiko had only
just finished getting all of him inside. He could tell from his
earlier experience with Shampoo that Keiko was nowhere close to
orgasm herself. While a lesser man probably would have been only
concerned about his own pleasure (of which Ranma was experiencing
a great deal of) his pride was second to none. He wanted to make
her climax at least once before he came. After all, if he didn't
put in a good performance, he might not get a chance to perform
in "Act II."

Ranma tried thinking of things to calm him down. Baseball! Yes,
baseball was good. Using bats to slam a ball… Maybe not baseball.
Roadwork, using jackhammers to pound… No again. The nice tight
fit of velvet gloves… No. that didn't help either. He had
visited a park once. It had these hot spring geysers….

It was too much. Ranma tried with all his might to hold off, but
he was wound too tight, and the feel of her snatch gripping his
tool too much. Ranma grabbed Keiko's hips and forced her down, leaving
her impaled on him. He erupted, spewing his seed deep into her body,
coating her insides with the results of two weeks of male abstinence.

Eventually the pump went dry, and Ranma removed his hands from
her hips and fell backward on the bed. A part of his mind noted
the mattress was lumpy. It was the only part that didn't linger
on the pleasant sensations of having received his very first sexual
experience as a guy. It was way better than anything he had imagined.
Locker room talk of other guys and their girlfriends hadn't prepared
him for what it actually felt like. It was like being given a slice
of heaven on Earth.

Now that he had finally had sex with a girl and blew his load in
her, he compared it to when he came as a girl. Surprisingly, the
experiences were comparable, if very different. This time might
have felt a touch better since he had been thinking about doing
it this way most of his life. He hadn't considered doing it as a
girl until it actually happened to him.

Either way, he was a winner. This Keiko was definitely a keeper.

Keiko pouted slightly as she ran her hands along his chest. "Oh
darn, I guess I shouldn't have blown you beforehand."

"Don't worry. I'll be back up in no time," Ranma was
quick to assure her. Already he could feel his cock twitching as
it remained embedded in her tight passageway. He wasn't sure which
would make him hard quicker: her giving him a blow job, or remaining
right where he was.

Before he could tell her which he wanted, there was a knock on
the door.

"Who the hell could that be?" Ranma wondered aloud. The
person must have gotten the wrong room. Ranma had no intention of
answering it in any case. He was about to do something important,
like prepping for another round with Keiko.

There was a second series of knocks, harder than the one before.

The sound was too loud to ignore, and the idiot too persistent.
His (or her) continued presence was ruining the mood. Unmindful
of his sloppy state, and eager to get rid of the unwanted company,
Ranma threw on his boxers and went to the door, intent on giving
the moron a piece of his mind, and maybe a fist or two, before sending
him on his way.

He threw open the door and snarled, "What the hell do you—"

The rest was cut off as a black umbrella met his skull. It was
followed lightning fast by a follow up shot to the gut with the
pointed end, making Ranma wince in pain and back away.

The door fell open. As Ranma rubbed at the sore spot, he was surprised
to see his attacker was a distinguished-looking European gentleman
in his early thirties. He wore an impeccably tailored tuxedo that
smelled of money, a black bowler on his head, and held a black cloth
umbrella in his hand as though it was a sword. Ranma could tell
in an instant that despite the gentleman's subdued appearance, he
was a high caliber fighter.

Seeking some room to maneuver, Ranma backed up against an interior
wall in order to regain his breath and evaluate the situation.

A fist smashed through the wall, striking Ranma solidly in the
back, despite having to go through several centimeters of brick
and plaster. The young martial artist went sailing toward the outer
wall of the room, bouncing off but somehow remaining on his feet.

The rest of the person attached to the fist emerged from the wall,
going through it as though plaster and brick had the hardness of
paper. Now Ranma found himself confronted by someone who was the
opposite of the first intruder. The man was huge, nearly six feet
in height and weighed three hundred pounds if he was an ounce. The
man was nearly as large around as he was tall. Muscles upon muscles
bulged underneath a leather outfit that stretched tight across both
the huge torso and lower half of his body . The face of the large
opponent was like that of an ape that shaved, with a large oversized
brow and a lantern jaw. One unibrow stretched nearly from one side
of his hairline to the other. He was easily one of the most repulsive
beings Ranma had ever laid eyes upon, not counting his recent encounter
with the Marshan.

The first guy had been bad enough, but now the threat more than
doubled with this powerhouse joining the fray. Needing more space
than the hotel room could provide, Ranma made for the nearby window.
Once outside, and given a chance to catch his breath, he could formulate
the best strategy to take down the pair whose styles so sharply
contrasted with one another.

Just as he was about to emerge into daylight, a foot delivered
by someone outside on the fire escape drove Ranma back into the
room, sending him crashing on the bed, nearly colliding with Keiko.

The third attacker entered through the window with an acrobatic
leap and landed as gracefully as a hunting cat. Unlike the other
two, this man appeared normal; Japanese and in his early twenties.
He was dressed in silken forest-green Chinese robes with a golden
Tengu embroidered on the front and back. He made as though he was
brushing off invisible dust off the front before standing dramatically,
emanating satisfaction at his handiwork. Ranma would have taken
an instant dislike to the man even if he hadn't been attacked by
him.

Three skilled opponents made things infinitely more complicated
than just two. While Ranma would normally feel the close confines
of the room would work to his advantage when dealing with three
opponents, he had a feeling it was no coincidence all three had
dropped in at once. If they were used to working as a team and coordinating
their efforts, he couldn't think of how he could win this one.

Ranma heard Keiko gasp, then mentally scolded himself at his behavior.
He had reacted instinctively from the moment the first blow struck
him, and forgot the fact there was also an extremely attractive
girl, without a stitch of clothing on, at risk as well. How could
he possibly have considered running, leaving her in their insidious
clutches? What kind of man was he? Had he left, there was no telling
what the three animals would have done to her very hot, and very
naked, body. Probably things Ranma wanted to do to it, only tripled.

The man with the bowler said in crisp tones, "Don't be silly,
old boy. We have no intention of harming Miss Keiko. On the contrary,
we're here to protect her."

"Protect her?" Ranma asked, completely at a loss.

"Yes. You see, we're her bodyguards."

"But she not in any danger," Ranma insisted.

The gentleman shook his head. "While she might not be, her
integrity is. We are under strict orders that she be as abstinent
as possible for her wedding day, no matter how hard she might try
to make it otherwise." He gave the girl a look of consternation,
one that held the weight of having been delivered many times before.

Keiko let the blanket she had been wrapped in fall to the floor.
She pouted, and stomped her foot like a petulant child, one with
an incredible build. "Damn it! I am so sick and tired of you
three jerks scaring off or breaking every guy I screw into little
pieces."

"Most guys get afraid when they find out what might happen
if we go all the way, so I find it best to save that detail for
afterwards. Not that I ever get a chance to enjoy the afterwards!"
Keiko spat.

"Nor will you now," the man in the bowler said. "Oh,
but where are my manners? It would be highly uncivilized for us
to break your legs without formerly introducing ourselves. I am
Sir Arthur Lawrence, formerly of Her Majesty's Secret Service. I'm
afraid I was dishonorably discharged when gambling difficulties
compromised my job. Now I find myself employed as a mercenary to
make ends meet." He stuck the umbrella under his arm, removed
his hat, and bowed low.

The largest of the intruders slammed a fist into their chest and
bellowed in a deep voice, "I'm Tiny Tomoko."

It was indeed big, one of the largest Ranma had ever seen. And
composed entirely of muscle. He wagered he could break bricks on
it with a sledgehammer, and 'Tiny' would take as much notice of
it as flies buzzing around her head.

The third bodyguard said, "And I am Shinjiro Maeda. A master
of Judo, Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and several more esoteric martial
arts." Each word was delivered with a smugness that made Ranma
really want to cave the arrogant man's face in.

Keiko crossed her arms under her bosom. "It wasn't my idea
to have them. Daddy hired them and ordered them to bug me wherever
I go. They chase away any guy that I try to get close to."

"As per our instructions," the Britisher said. "Miss
Keiko's father is justifiably concerned about her chastity until
her wedding day. Shinji and I are the only men allowed near her.
All others are… persuaded to leave Miss Keiko alone."

Shinjiro nodded. "It's true, and don't call me Shinji."

"Why does her dad trust you two? She is pretty hot, and you
guys seem mostly normal," Ranma said.

Keiko answered for him. "The Limey's as limp-wristed as they
come and Shinji had a little accident that resulted in a certain
part of his anatomy having to be…." She made a snipping
motion between her legs.

Ranma winced. Maybe the guy was an asshole, but he wouldn't wish
that on anyone.

Sir Lawrence placed the bowler back on his head and held his umbrella
at the ready. "In any event, it's our job to see to it you're
punished for your actions with Miss Keiko and dissuaded you from
trying it again. This will entail permanent damage, I'm afraid.
Sorry, Old Boy."

Ranma sneered in defiance. "I don't care who her father thinks
he is, he's shouldn't be trying to tell his daughter how to run
her life. If she wants to sleep around with a great guy like me,
that's her business, not his. Besides, he can't hire guys to beat
the crap out of anyone that tries to talk to her. It's against the
law."

The Britisher said, "I'm afraid her father is somewhat infamous
for defying laws. You might have heard of him. Mr. Tamon Izumida?"

Ranma held his hand to his chin in thought. "That name does
sound familiar."

"You might know him by his more familiar nom-de-guerre: The
Codfather. It's from the fact he got his start in business by his
total control of the Western seaboard's fishing industry, as well
as his propensity to consume mass quantities of the fish in question."

Ranma's attitude went from that of total confidence to sheer terror.
He stared in shock at Keiko. "You mean your old man is one
of the most powerful Yakuza crimelords in all of Japan?!"

Keiko shrugged. "I guess."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"It tends to drive potential boyfriends off. Those that stick
around are only interested in his money, rather than me, and then
the Dynamic Trio there scare them off as well." She pointed
to her bodyguards.

"I'm not interested in money or becoming some Yakuza prince
or whatever they call someone that marries one of their daughters,"
Ranma insisted as he tried backing away from the trio.

Sir Lawrence said, "Sorry, old boy, that's not going to be
enough. We need to make an example out of you as a message to others
that might try to take advantage of Miss Keiko's… giving nature."

The trio picked up their attack where they left off. Ranma evaded
both an umbrella thrust and a meaty fist aimed at him. He fell victim
to a powerful kick to his abdomen courtesy of the martial arts eunuch.
He managed to block the backfist that followed it.

"I'd say you got real balls fighting me with two other people,
but even I ain't rude enough to make a crack like that," Ranma
taunted.

Shinjiro snarled and unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches. Ranma
blocked and dodged out of the way of the first five, but received
a kick with the sixth attack. It struck fully, driving him backward
and out the window.

Ranma's flight came to an abrupt stop as his hand lashed out and
gripped the railing of the fire escape. Using the velocity built
up from the blow, as he had planned, he used it to hurl himself
over the side and into the street. The moment his feet made contact
with the alley between the hotel and the warehouse next to it, he
began running. The strategy might have cost him some sore ribs,
but it was worth a little pain to get out of the room and make a
break for it.

There was no sense in staying around. Keiko's life wasn't in any
danger, and good lay or not, there was no way he was becoming involved
with the Yakuza in any way shape or form. No piece of ass was worth
throwing away the rest of his life.

"Get him!" Ranma heard Tiny bellow. There was a loud
thud, and the sound of something indescribably heavy shattering
the alleyway. It appeared the trio took their job seriously. Ranma
was going to be in for a fight, unless he could outrun the bodyguards.
Affording a look over his shoulder, he saw that while Tiny and the
Britisher were falling behind, Shinjiro was gaining on him. It appeared
something as simple as flight was not going to decide the fight
after all.

Ryouga wandered around in bewilderment. His earlier amusement of
what was probably Ranma's last day on Earth had since departed as
he tried desperately to locate a familiar landmark to guide him
to the Tendou residence. Once he arrived there, he'd hang around
as P-Chan until the others learned of Ranma's fate. Once it was
confirmed he was no longer a bane to the lost boy's existence, Ryouga
could get on with his life by trying to find a girl that would value
him for who he was instead of the size of his dong.

Ryouga was wandering between two buildings when he heard a cry
from above. He looked up to see two figures fighting directly overhead,
silhouetted by the sun. He thought he could make out one of them
in green and gold robes, while the other was only wearing a pair
of boxers.

The figures maneuvered out of the sun, momentarily blinding Ryouga.
The next thing he knew, a pair of bare feet landed on his head,
driving it into the ground. He sputtered in the street for a moment,
the taste of concrete on his tongue. Swearing under he breath, he
saw the two figures were fighting next to him, so deeply involved
in battling one another, they were unaware of his presence. They
would pay for that.

Slowly Ryouga returned to his feet, trembling in rage. It only
took a second to figure out which of the pair had used him as a
landing pad. Only one of the fighters had bare feet. At the moment,
the guy in boxers had his back to Ryouga. Since the half-naked jerk
had blinded him, then assaulted him, Ryouga had no compunction about
returning the favor.

Ryouga drew back his fist, aiming for the spot right above the
half-naked guy's pig-tail. It was a good choice of targets, as it
reminded him of Ranma, and beating on Ranma was always fun. Ryouga
unleashed a savage blow that would knock the offender unconscious.
And if the guy in green complained, Ryouga would serve him a helping
of fist as well.

As if sensing the attack, the half naked warrior ducked. Ryouga's
fist continued onward, striking the man in green and catching him
off guard. The blow landed squarely in the jaw. Ryouga could feel
the man roll reflexively with the blow, mitigating the damage, but
he still went sailing backward into the side of a building. He hit
hard, then slumped to the ground, landing on his bottom. Enough
of his senses remained that he rubbed his jaw, but was momentarily
out of the fight.

The half naked guy turned around. "Thanks, Pal. Not that I
couldn't have handled him on my own, but he's got two buddies that—"
Ranma trailed off for a second, then leveled an accusatory finger
at Ryouga. "You!"

Ryouga was equally surprised. And angry. "Ranma, you jerk!
You're supposed to be taken care of by now, but instead you're sneak
attacking me from behind!"

Ranma smiled grimly, now much more eager for a fight than before.
"So, you did know that chick was some Yakuza leader's daughter.
You set me up. I should have known better than to trust you."

Ryouga tensed up as well. The aura Ranma was giving off was similar
to the one when they had first dueled with Ryouga's return. But
before their fight could truly begin, one of the nearby walls shattered
in an explosion of metal and brick. A cloud of dust was kicked up
by the debris, momentarily obscuring the cause of the destruction.
By the time the dust settled, both martial artists could see the
hulking figure of Tiny Tomoko emerge from the carnage, eager for
a fight.

Staring in confusion at the sudden appearance of the stranger,
Ryouga was momentarily speechless. Ranma wasn't as he said, "Ryouga,
how can you say someone as sweet as Tomo looks like she fell out
of the ugly tree and hit every branch, then went up and fell a second
time?"

"Huh?" Ryouga said.

Tiny's response was somewhat angrier. "How dare you say that
about me?"

"Huh?" Ryouga said again, wondering if Ranma's 'she'
comment meant the hulking goliath really was a female. It didn't
seem possible. Women didn't come in that shape and size.

Ranma slapped Ryouga on the back. "Okay, buddy, have it your
way. She is all yours, but you're underestimating her. There's no
way you can beat her in only two blows. She's much stronger than
that."

"Beat me in two blows? No one can beat me in two blows! I'll
break all of your limbs for saying that!" Tiny charged.

Finally understanding he had been set up, Ryouga turned and shouted,
"Ranma how dare you—" But it was too late. Ranma had fled
the instant after delivering 'Ryouga's ultimatum.'

Ryouga turned just in time to meet a powerful fist to his face.
This time he was the one sent flying into a wall, and at a much
greater speed than the man in green had met it. There was enough
force and velocity that he went clean through the wall before his
momentum was killed enough to land in the middle of the empty warehouse.

Ryouga was only starting to shake the cobwebs in his head free
when Tiny rammed through the hole his body had made, enlarging it
by a considerably degree.

"I swear I will never accuse anyone of hitting like a girl
ever again," Ryouga said as three hundred plus pounds of enraged
woman bore down on him like a bull on a matador that had decided
to use a handkerchief instead of a cape.

Ranma barely ducked under the umbrella aimed at his skull. Two
more thrusts missed his body, and he retaliated with a two-hit combination
to the Britisher's skull. While it made the foreigner back away
a moment to regain his wits, Ranma was unable to press an advantage
as Shinjiro had finally returned to the action with a leap kick,
driving Ranma away from his weakened opponent.

The duo lay back for a moment, creating a lull in the action. Both
sides assessed the situation. With the hulking brute of Tiny out
of the fight, at least until she (hopefully) killed Ryouga, Ranma
was left with only two foes. Either one alone, he was confident
he could defeat. However, together he had his doubts. The pair seemed
to function effectively as a team. Even now they were encircling
him, stopping as they reached sides opposite each other. Ranma was
left without the ability to keep an eye on them. If he went after
one, the other would attack him from behind. He could keep track
of them with his peripheral vision if he stared between them, but
that meant not being able to attack effectively, something he had
to do if there was to be any hope of victory.

Even as Ranma considered how to turn the battlefield to his advantage,
the pair attacked in perfect synchronicity, charging in at the same
time. Ranma was instantly on the defensive, parrying sharp jabs
from the umbrella with his left and kicks and fists with his right.
It went on like that for almost a full minute.

It was Sir Lawrence who broke the stalemate by unexpectedly lashing
out with a knee. Not expecting an attack from that quarter, it met
Ranma fully in the stomach, winding him and doubling him over. An
elbow met the back of his unprotected skull, and then a kick sent
him to the ground.

The two men backed off for a moment, confidence on their features.
The Britisher spoke. "Well, Shinji, it seems we finally have
the advantage."

"He'll be finished in no more than five minutes at the most.
And don't call me Shinji," the martial artist agreed.

"Let's end it quicker than that, shall we? I have this hot
date with a stock broker and I promised I'd invest in his…
portfolio."

"As though I care," Shinjiro said neutrally.

The pair circled from opposite sides and charged again even more
quickly than the last time, having taken some measure of Ranma's
skill.

Ranma was uncertain of what to do. Their attacks came at him too
quickly and from different directions. He could only hold them off
for so long before they had the advantage again, and he might not
be lucky enough to have them back off when the gained the upper
hand a second time. There was nothing he could do but brace himself
for the attack.

Just as Sir Lawrence was about to lash out with his umbrella, a
wave of force came from up the alleyway, slicing through concrete
and leaving only destruction in its path, and aimed directly at
him. The Britisher brought his umbrella up and blocked the majority
of the wave, but the force in it drove him backward and away from
Ranma.

With no attack coming from that direction, Ranma was free to fully
concentrate on his remaining attacker. Shinjiro, unprepared to attack
alone, had his own defenses hammered through in a heartbeat. A quartet
of blows landed, and Shinjiro was driven back.

The eunuch wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, and was surprised
to discover blood upon it.

Rather than resuming his attack, Ranma hesitated, trying to discover
who had come to his defense and why.

His questions were answered as from further up the alleyway, the
form of a familiar kendoist came into view. He strolled casually,
bokken lazily resting against his shoulder. "So, again we meet,
Ranma-kun."

Ranma stared at Kunou in disbelief. "How the heck did you
know where I was?"

Kunou brushed back his long hair. With the way the sunlight struck
it, it seemed as though sparkles of light sailed away, like drops
of dew from the morning grass. "Is it not obvious, Ranma-kun?
Whenever you are in need, I shall appear at your side. Can it be
otherwise, for when True Love is involved, nothing is impossible."

A trash can lid whizzed through the air, catching Kunou in the
face.

"I ain't your True Love, ya' fairy! So quit calling me that!"
Ranma was about to use more colorful metaphors when he spotted a
small man hidden in the trash can. He was dressed in black ninja
style outfit, and appeared very mouse-like, for lack of a better
term.

Ranma picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "I take it
you're another one of these Yakuza freaks trying to get the drop
on me?"

"Actually, I'm with him." He pointed in Kunou's direction.
"I'm Sasuke. Master Kunou's faithful ninja servant. He asked
me to keep an eye on you and let him know if you got into trouble.
Or any woman tried to get you in a compromising position."

Ranma shot Kunou a flat stare. "True Love told you, huh?"

"There is nothing in True Love that precludes the use of faithful
ninja servants," Kunou pointed out.

Rather than batting him aside with his bokken, Kunou caught the
diminutive man, plucking him out of the air by the back of his belt.
He placed Sasuke carefully on the ground.

"Are you all right?" Kunou asked.

Sparkles of adoration appeared in Sasuke's eyes. "Yes, Master
Kunou."

"Best you be off then. Your fighting skills are lacking, and
I would not have you following beloved Ranma-kun anymore. He has
made it known he is uneasy with prying eyes other than mine perched
upon him."

"I don't want your eyes on me either!" Ranma shouted.

During the course of the conversation, the two Yakuza bodyguards
had fully revived.

Kunou smirked. "While I see you follow the path of the true
man, and my countenance meets with your approval, I fear my heart
already belongs to another."

The Britisher pointed toward Ranma with his umbrella. "This
silly boy? He's unworthy of your notice. He's crude and crass, and
lacks the slightest in manners."

"I ain't crude and I got manners!" Ranma declared.

Kunou shook his head sadly. "It is not so much the manner
in which he conducts himself, but rather the heart that lies behind
his actions. I would choose a thousand Ranma-kun's over a primped
up popinjay like yourself."

Sir Lawrence sniffed disdainfully. "Very well. Let us wager
in the duel. If I defeat you, you must spend a fortnight with me.
If I lose, you can have the boy."

"I am not a piece of meat to be bartered around!" Ranma
shouted.

"Have no fear, Ranma-kun. I will not fall into this vile gaijin's
clutches. I will remain loyal only to you," Kunou assured him.

"That's not what I was complaining about!" Ranma shouted.
Further accusations were cut off as Shinjiro attacked Ranma once
again.

The battle between the two was intense from the instant the first
punch was thrown. Their pitched battle took them away from the clash
of umbrella meeting wood as Kunou and Sir Lawrence began their own
duel.

The battle was mobile until Ranma landed a hard blow to Shinjiro's
lower leg, reducing his mobility. The attack was not without cost
of its own, as a hard punch reduced Ranma's left arm to uselessness.

Ranma was surprised to discover his opponent holding his own in
battle. Earlier, it seemed he should have had the advantage with
the skill level Shinjiro was demonstrating, but now the eunuch seemed
better, moving faster and more fluidly.

Shinjiro seemed to read Ranma's thoughts. "I was holding back
before. When functioning with others as part of a team, one sometimes
has to reign themselves back to allow lesser fighters to keep up.
The British Dandy might be spokesperson for the team, and Tiny the
outward projection of strength, but I'm the true power in our ranks."

"Yeah, yeah, you're the true pussy, Shinji." Ranma began
attacking.

"Quit calling me Shinji!" The older martial artist went
on the attack as well.

With both warriors forsaking defense for offense, a greater number
of blows landed. Each warrior was quickly reduced to lumps of bruised
and bleeding flesh. Unable to maintain their level of attack with
the damage they were sustaining, the ceased fighting one another
for a second to reassess the situation.

Ranma gasped as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "You don't
completely suck."

"Neither… do you," Shinjiro reluctantly admitted
through a busted lip that dripped blood on his outfit, which had
a number of tears throughout. "In fact, I think you're dangerous
enough for me to use my most awesome attack."

Ranma watched as the man went silent, closing his eyes as he regained
control of his breathing. Suddenly, a blue aura surrounded his body,
moving about him like a thing alive.

Shinjiro opened his eyes, both glowing with embers of blue flame.
"Prepare yourself for my most fearsome and awe-inspiring attack:
The Bellowing Tiger Strike!" The blue about him took on the
shape of a tiger preparing to leap.

Ranma smiled. "Oh yeah, well I have an attack of my own that's
the perfect counter for your Mewling Kitten Strike, Shinji"

"That's Bellowing Tiger Strike, and don't call me Shinji!"

Ranma crouched down, tensing as though he was about to leap. He
shouted out, "Saotome Secret Technique!"

Shinjiro prepared to counter the attack with his own, plowing through
whatever pitiful blast Ranma was about to hit him with.

Ranma brought back his arms…

… then turned around and fled down a side alley.

Shinjiro was left staring in disbelief. It took him a moment to
understand what had happened. "You coward! That's no attack!
That's just running away! Come back here and fight like man!"
The blue glow surrounding Shinjiro dissipated as he gave pursuit.

The chase didn't last long as Ranma ran into a dead end. He paused
with his back to the wall, smiling casually at the older man.

"Now you'll pay for deceiving me like that!" Again the
blue aura built up around him. "Bellowing Tiger Strike!"

Ranma leapt through a nearby window, shattering the glass around
it, and ended up inside the building.

"You coward!" Shinjiro shouted as he too leapt through
the window. Again the chase was on. Shinjiro ran after Ranma, his
sore leg slowing him down until Ranma was out of sight.

The race went through the entire building, going up floor after
floor. Shinjiro was left gasping for breath as at last, he burst
through a door that led to the roof of the building.

Ranma was sitting casually on a lounge chair, bathing himself in
the rays of the sun. He rose to his feet, smirking. "Took you
long enough to get here."

"You bastard!" Shinjiro gasped out. "Now you pay."
Before Ranma could leap away and force the race to continue, Shinjiro
summed the aura once again. Through heavy intakes of air, he shouted,
"Bellowing Tiger Strike!"

The tiger leapt forward from Shinjiro, heading right toward Ranma.

Ranma tensed up, bracing himself for the attack. It fizzled a handful
of centimeters before reaching him.

Ranma stood back up, posture the epitome of relaxation as he smirked
at his stupefied opponent. "Just like I thought. You used up
most of your chi summoning those attacks, but I moved out of the
way before you could use them on me. Each time you fired up, it
just drained more. By the time you dragged your sorry ass up here,
you ran out of gas."

Shinjiro tried summoning the Bellowing Tiger Strike, but he could
barely manage a flicker. "I can still take you out with my
skills alone." Despite the boast, there was a hint of exhaustion
in the man's voice.

The exhaustion wasn't in his voice alone. As he tried to attack,
he found himself slower than before. Ranma easily deflected his
attacks, landing blow after blow all over Shinjiro's body. He tried
defending himself, but the earlier beating, the exhausting run,
and his chi reserves being depleted, made him easy prey for Ranma's
relentless strikes.

Within a minute, it was over, as Ranma finished his foe off with
a hard left right between the eyes. Shinjiro fell to the ground,
clutching Ranma's jockey shorts.

Ranma smacked his hands together, as though dusting them off from
a minor undertaking. "That takes care of that, Shinji."

"Don't… call… me… Shinjjjj…"
The rest was lost as Shinjiro collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Fine, you're 'Balless Jerk' from now on," Ranma said
before leaving Shinjiro's body behind as he reentered the building
once again.

By the time Ranma returned to check on the fight between Kunou
and the Britisher (only because if the Limey won, Ranma would have
to deal with him, and not because he was concerned about his unwanted
paramour), it was over. Kunou was winded, and his hakuma torn in
several places, but he was upright and conscious. The same could
not be said for his opponent.

Ranma looked at the fallen man's pants, seeing how the rested on
his body. "You didn't do nothing funny with him while he was
unconscious, did you?"

Kunou appeared shocked at the accusation. "Do not be silly,
Ranma-kun. I would never take advantage of a helpless opponent.
My heart belongs solely to you" He rushed forward and embraced
Ranma's hand. "Come, let us away from here. There is a hotel
nearby where we may revel in each other's company. Already you are
dressed for the occasion." He pointed meaningfully at the boxers,
the only piece of clothing Ranma had on.

Ranma punched him in the face. "Quit saying perverted stuff
like that!"

Before Ranma could launch into a proper diatribe, a panting Ryouga
appeared. His top was in shreds, and his pants in not much better
shape. Upon seeing Ranma, he leveled an accusatory finger at him.
"You bastard, you did this to me!"

Recovering instantly, Kunou placed himself between Ryouga and the
object of his ire. "Lies, all lies! Ranma would never tear
the clothing from your buff body when he could run his hands affectionately
across my own lithe, yet muscular form."

A second fist met Kunou's face.

"I'm not feeling up any guys!" Ranma turned his attention
to Ryouga. "And this whole fiasco is your fault. You're the
one that tried to set me up with that girl when you knew she was
a Yakuza princess whose thugs would kill me if I look cross-eyed
at her. I'm going to kick the crap out of you."

"Bring it on," Ryouga urged.

The two were about to square off when a trio of limousines came
down the road toward them. They came to a screeching halt in front
of the trio of youths. A dozen men, all of them large and rough-looking,
issued forth from the first two vehicles. Each of them was dressed
in identical dark suits with black sunglasses masking their eyes.
All of them threw aside their jackets and pulled forth revolvers,
pointing them at the youths. Ranma, Kunou and Ryouga immediately
held their hands up in surrender.

The door to the last car in the procession opened. A huge man,
weighing five hundred pounds if he was an ounce, squeezed himself
from out of the back. Unlike the others, he was dressed in a white
suit that could have doubled as a tent given the size of the individual
wearing it. His pudgy hands were adorned with rings, each bearing
a gemstone large enough to buy a house. In one hand was a heavily
reinforced cane to help support his tremendous weight. In the other
was a large bun with an even larger fish sticking out from the ends.

A slender man exited from the other side of the vehicle. He exhuded
a businesslike demeanor, unlike all of the other men who reeked
of violence. He walked over to the side of the car the big man was
on and stood deferentially at his side.

"Whumgh amoug amouth hmoeht," the large man mumbled incoherently
at the youths.

The trio looked at one another in confusion.

The slender man translated. "The Codfather wants to know which
one of you rabid animals dared to lay a hand on his little girl."

"It was him!" Ryouga jumped up and down excitedly as
he pointed at Ranma.

"My Ranma would never engage in such lascivious behavior with
the weaker gender!" Kunou insisted.

Ranma slipped his hand into Kunou's. "It's true. My Kunou-chan
means the world to me." He stared deeply in Kunou's eyes.

"Oh, my Ranma-kun," Kunou said lovingly.

The guns began drifting in Ryouga's direction.

"Lies, lies, all lies!" Ryouga insisted.

"Margle arghtl, ahd oyu." The large man intoned, then
took a bite of his sandwich.

The slender man translated. "Since there seems to be some
disagreement, The Codfather wonders if perhaps it would be best
to take no chances and simply shoot you all."

"It would be a pleasure to die in my true love's arms,"
Kunou proclaimed.

"I disagree!" Ranma shouted.

It was at that moment a roaring noise reached everyone's ears.
Within moments the girl in question appeared on her Vespa. She pulled
to a stop next to her father, removing her helmet. She stared defiantly
at him.

"Komre, amaur thgo ahgjem," the Codfather said in authoritative
tones.

The slender man said, "He said—"

"I know what my father said!" Keiko said sharply. She
shot him a nasty look. "If you must know, I had sex with all
of them."

Keiko began roaming her hands all over her body posing sexily.
"They had their way with me like I was some back-alley whore,
and I enjoyed every second of it. They filled my pussy, mouth, and
ass all at the same time. They used me in every way imaginable,
and even in way the girls in the brothels you own haven't come up
with. Cum was streaming out of every one of my orifices until I
thought I would drown. It was the best sex I've ever had. In fact,
I'm not even on the pill, so if I get pregnant, and I probably will,
we won't even know which one the father is."

The Codfather looked as though he was about to have an epileptic
seizure. His face turned purple and tremors shook throughout his
whole body. "KRILL NEM!" he shouted at his men.

The henchmen needed no translation this time as they drew a bead
on each of the three youths.

Ranma looked up at the sky. "Damn it, if I'm going to die
this way, at least you could have had the decency to have actually
done all those things she says. I'd have loved to take her in the
ass. A one-time fuck is not worth this!"

Just as the men started to squeeze their triggers, loud sirens
blared from behind them. Suddenly the street was filled with police
cars. All of them roared to a stop, and twice as many police as
there were gunmen exited the cars and leveled their weapons at the
gunmen.

All of the suited men threw down their weapons and raised their
hands.

Sheriff Heero T. Justice stepped to the front of the pack of officers.
Like a bull elephant, he strode up the Codfather, as though he owned
all he surveyed. The Sheriff looked the large man over, thumbs hooked
in his belt. Through the cigarette dangling from his mouth, he postured
before the Yakuza leader. "Whal, whal, whal. It looks like
that little tip was right on the ball. If it isn't one of Japan's
most wanted criminal crimelords, the Codfather himself, caught red-handed
with a bunch of gunmen that he was about to order to fire on some
innocent bystanders." Sheriff Justice snatched the sandwich
out of the large man's hands and took a contemptuous bite out of
it.

Keiko began crying, grasping the Sheriff's arm. "Oh, Officer,
it was just horrible. That awful man was going to force those three
young men to have sex with him."

The Codfather looked at Keiko in shock, he turned an impossible
shade of purple, and his trembling increased.

Sheriff Justice's nightstick slid from its place on his belt. He
began tapping the end of it in his open palm, producing a thud from
the impact on his flesh, invoking the imagination of all that could
hear it of what sound it might make if it was unleashed with actual
force on a person. "Is that so? He's a pre-vert too. Whal,
we know how to treat them pre-verts, don't we boys?"

All of the officers began laughing in sinister agreement.

"I'll be happy to testify to everything," Keiko said.

The Codfather made a gurgling sound, then clutched his chest and
fell over. His tremendous weight made the ground vibrate under everyone's
feet. He remained motionless.

While most of the officers, and some of the crimelord's foot soldiers,
tried to roll him over and give him CPR, Keiko looked away, sniffling.
After ten minutes of unsuccessful attempts to revive him, the men
gave up.

Keiko turned Sheriff Justice. "I guess having a bad heart,
morbid obesity, the world's highest blood pressure, combined with
the shock of being arrested, was too much for him to take."
She stared mournfully at the corpse.

Sheriff Justice nodded. "Saves money on a trial, not that
he was ever going to get out of jail with all the crimes he committed.
Too bad. I would have liked bringing the big man down, and getting
the names of all of his associates." He returned to business,
helping arrest the rest of the gunmen.

No longer needed for anything, Keiko began walking away. The trio
of youths, who had so recently been staring down the barrels of
her father's guns, followed her.

Ranma placed a comforting arm around Keiko's shoulder as she rubbed
her red-rimmed eyes.

Kunou placed one on Ranma. He batted it away.

Ranma said to her, "I'm sorry about your old man passing away
like that, even if he was about to kill us for something we didn't
do. Well, what I mostly didn't do, since I didn't take you in the
ass."

"I sure as hell am not." Her eyes suddenly seemed less
teary, and the defeated slump in her shoulders disappeared. A maniacal
gleam was in her eyes.

"But he was your father," Ryouga said.

"He was walking scum. He's had more people killed than even
I can count. He drove my mother to an early grave. I'm glad he's
gone. I didn't know what I was going to have to do to push him over
the edge."

"Push him over the edge?" Ranma asked, now fearful of
what the answer would be.

"Hell yeah. Why do you think I've been so desperate to get
laid? The old piece of crap was a prude, and couldn't stand the
idea of his little girl being a slut. That's why I lied back there,
and why I called the cops. I knew he'd show up and try to blow you
away if you beat the trio of idiots that were always dogging my
trail. I was planning to use someone tough like Ryouga to do it,
but when I sensed how powerful you are, Ranma, I knew I could make
use of you."

"You used me?" Ryouga and Ranma gasped out as one.

"It is the way of women," Kunou said philosophically.

"Your friend is right. Women will use you to get what they
want. It's genetic. Go shopping with us and we'll make for your
wallet faster than a card shark grabbing the deck at a poker table,"
Keiko agreed.

"I feel so dehumanized," Ranma said.

Keiko looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, if you want, we can
still have sex."

Ranma instantly perked up. "We can?"

"Sure, I'll include Ryouga in it too. After all, I'm going
to need bodyguards even more powerful than the previous ones once
I assume control of the Old Man's organization."

The situation was becoming worse by the second, Ranma thought.
"Inherit control? I thought you hated him. Don't you want to
take his organization down?"

Keiko snorted in derision. "Get real. And give up all that
money and power? As his only heir, and not being married, I'll be
calling the shots from now on. I can use boys like you, tough guys
who are on my side, since female crimelords aren't all that plentiful
and a lot of guys will try usurping me. And sex is a great way to
keep you loyal to me. Of course, I'll want you to do little side
jobs, like operate as leg-breakers for people that don't pay their
debts to be and stuff."

That she spoke of such acts so casually chilled Ranma to the bone.
It was like watching a shark size things up. The image was so disturbing
that Ranma envisioned her biting his dick off if he let her mouth
near it again.

"Ah, thanks but no thanks," Ranma said as fast as he
could.

"I'm not interested either." Ryouga was quick to add.

"I have neither interest in women nor mobs." Kunou made
the vote unanimous.

Keiko pouted, then ran her hands around Ranma's lower anatomy.
"Are you sure? I can make it worth your while."

Ranma removed her hand. He found the action surprisingly easy.
"That's okay. I actually have this whole honor thing where
I have to marry one of my old man's friend's daughters. I don't
think they'd understand my working for the mob and sleeping with
you."

Keiko shrugged. "Well, if you're certain. In any case, I owe
you one for helping me out today. If you need a favor, give a holler.
And if you change your mind…" she patted Ranma's cock
one more time.

"That's all right." The finality in his voice was clear.

Keiko surrendered, waving good-bye to the guys as she departed.

"That was one scary girl," Ranma said once she was out
of earshot.

"I had no idea she was like that." Ryouga shuddered.

"I am not surprised in the slightest," Kunou said. He
then embraced Ranma. "Now let us pick up where we left off
when the foul girl dared accuse us of the ignominy of sleeping with
her, when it was obvious we were meant for one another. Even you
agreed we should be one."

"I agreed so I could save my ass, not do you in yours!"
A stiff uppercut met Kunou's jaw, sending him far away.

Ryouga watched Kunou's form dwindled into the distance. "It's
your fault for encouraging him." He turned back to Ranma, and
suddenly found himself wishing he was still in jail as the look
of pure hatred directed toward him was enough to take even Ryouga
aback. "Ranma, why don't we take a moment to think things through?"

Ranma nodded his head. "Yes, I agree. Let's settle this like
men… by using our fists on one another." Not waiting
for an answer, Ranma laid into Ryouga.

Mercifully, Ryouga was relieved of his consciousness by the tenth
blow.

Head hurting worse than anything he had experienced since Minamo
laced his drink with Viagra and sedatives in order to render him
immobile and erect in order to sleep with him, Ryouga finally came
around. After remaining motionless for five minutes that felt like
an eternity, he tried to rise. However, he found he couldn't move
anything aside from his head. It took nearly a minute to discover
that he was once again stuffed in a trash can and rendered immobile
with how he was jammed in it.

It as yet another thing that was owed to Ranma. How dare the bastard
stick him in a garbage can and treat him like… like garbage.
Oh, how that jerk was going to pay. Ryouga would come up with something
appropriate. He'd just have to figure out what. It might take time,
but he'd pay Ranma back for ruining his life and humiliating him
for the eighty-fifth time.

And this time, he'd get it right, not failing miserably like he
had the other eight-four times.

To be continued.

Author's notes: Sorry for the filler-like nature of this chapter.
But it got some things I needed done, and it was fun to write another
bit with Ryouga, Ranma, Kunou interactions, and it laid some groundwork
for things I might do in the future. And Ranma finally got some,
as some people pointed out he hadn't been as lucky as some others
in the series. Next chapter will have a little more information
on what's really been going on and why.